Threats of You

Threats of you
(forgotten angel)
I know you're there
even when you're not.

Stop me thinking
in the silence.
No, I haven't said a word.
I sacrificed my flesh
to try to save my mind.

Forget, what you are -
what once might have been:
the data is corrupted,
and no one has been keeping score.

You planted knowledge inside me,
and when I climbed down the tree
to face you,
once again,
I longed for the sanctity
of things to be restored.

I try to
put out the fire between us,
though, with certain fear,
I know the way
adds fuel to flame
and sees us:
Ashes to ashes,
power to will,
this eye for eye is
not full with purpose.
My design and your touch
locked us both on this path;
The First Time
I recognised desire in your eye
I was lost,
and you with me
would that I had had
the strength.


_______________________


Naked in the Morning


Breath lines body
though it fails to protect.
The rough outline, broken -
parsed into each element -
which piece is witness
to the pain I lost? -
and with it my Self.

I am a land,
forgotten by time;
a body that reflects
a past divided.

There is no beginning
to this story
because
there is no story.

There are no words
but for those written
in mystery,
like the secret
name of god,
or the pause
between this
and that -

The undeniable urge to tell
that which is without
true form.

The knowing,
without the remembrance -

Lest we forget,
so much the better,
would that I could,
on any day,
just let it fade.

Darkness,
where are you?
I would snuff out a star,
if only I had reach.

Meanwhile, I am
a happy ghost -
not stiff but silent
as the grave, sometimes,
so you won't see me
breaking
at dawn.